Point Me Toward the Real chords by Ezra Furman

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Verse 1
G 
Dm 
G 
In the front seat
of your convertible car
Bb 
G 
C 
I'm waiting your return
G 
Watching sunshine flash
and my cigarette ash
Bb 
G 
C 
G 
Till the corporate logo burns
Em 
C 
Em 
You picked me up at
G 
B 
the County Cook
C 
Psychiatry Institute
G 
It's my first day free,
Bb 
I've got nowhere to  be
C 
So I'm coming home with you
G 

Verse 2

Just a quick stop off at the drug store

I'm not ready, so I wait in the car for you

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Verse 3
G 
Dm 
You ask me who I might like to see
C 
On my first night back outside
G 
But my friends are few
Dm 
and my lover is through
C 
G 
And my family's horrified
Em 
G 
Bm 
We ride along in the silent dusk
C 
Em 
While the moon gets drunk and high
G 
Dm 
It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone
C 
And I've seen its darker side
G 

Verse 4
Bm 
C 
You ask again and the words come out
A 
C 
So easy, they bypass my
conscious mind
D 

Verse 5
G 
Point me toward to the real,
C 
G 
motherfuckers
C 
G 
Point me toward to the real
Em 
I've been lied to and abused
Am 
C 
Time to try to heal
G 
Dm 
Em 
Cut me loose, cut me loose
F 
Let me get her, let me feel
C 
Am 
C 
Cut my bound hands free, and
Point me toward the real
G 
Now

Verse 6
Dm 
G 
Dm 
G 
ever since
F 
I was a little child (ooh)
C 
G 
I have felt the same old fear (ooh)
That I alone would freeze while
F 
C 
the world proceeds (ooh)
I'll be forever stuck right
G 
C 
here (ooh)
Em 
G 
Bm 
But I can't live the old way (ooh)
G 
C 
That way nearly left me
Em 
C 
dead (ooh)
G 
F 
I need someone new who can tell
me the truth (ooh)
C 
G 
And I don't care who it is (ooh)
Bm 
And I want the knife in deep

Verse 7

oh (ooh)

And I want someone to give it

a twist (ooh)

Verse 8
Dm 
I'm coming into the city now
C 
G 
And I've only said it once
It's a phrase so clean I
Dm 
don't know what it means
C 
But it's more than I've
G 
said in months
Em 
Bm 
You never ask what I did that made
G 
C 
Em 
The cops finally pick me up
G 
You wanna know where
Dm 
I'm trying to go
C 
Where I'll be, not where I was
G 

Verse 9

I say it one more time,

you nod and smile

And it's better than on the drugs

Verse 10
G 
C 
Point me toward to the real,
G 
motherfuckers (ahh)
C 
G 
Point me toward to the real (ahh)
Em 
I've been lied to and
Am 
abused (ahh)
C 
Time to try to heal (ahh)
G 
Dm 
Em 
Cut me loose, cut me loose (ahh)
F 
C 
See what freedom might reveal (ahh)
Am 
C 
Cut my bound hands free, and
Point me toward the real
G 
Dm 
F 
G 
Dm 
Gm 
G 
Dm 
Ah h,  ahh, ahh,
F 
G 
Dm 
ahh